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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review July 6, 2012/ 16 Tamuz, 5772

In search of Mr. Ripe

By Lori Borgman

Lori Borgman

http://www.JewishWorldReview.com | Some people spend a lifetime searching for happiness. Some search for wealth and others for fame. Me? I'm searching for one good cantaloupe.

All I want is a cantaloupe that tastes as good on the inside as it looks on the outside. Is that asking too much?

I should have given up years ago, but I can't. Finding a decent cantaloupe has become an obsession.

I've spent a fortune on bad cantaloupe. I don't blame the bad economy for our financial state, I blame bad melons.

I have a knack for picking cantaloupe that fall into one of three taste categories: ones that taste like toothpaste with baking soda, ones that taste like paper and ones that are a high-grade orange mush.

Each and every one is a disappointment, a bad experience. Each and every time I promise to give up the hunt, to let it go, to cut my losses and walk away. Be happy with apples, I tell myself. Peel a banana, I say to myself. Yet, there I am loitering in produce again. Will this finally be the good batch, or is Larry the produce guy about to pull another fast one?

I've seen shoppers pop grapes into their mouths to see if they're any good, but it's not like you can take a bite out of a cantaloupe. You'd have a mouthful of rind, juice smeared on your face and melon pulp running down your front. "No, this isn't quite as ripe as I hoped it would be."

And, yes, I know how to look for a good melon. Look for one that is more yellow than green. Look for one that is spongy on the end when you press it. I watched a woman so thoroughly examine a cantaloupe the other day that if she'd been wearing a white coat and a stethoscope she could have billed the melon for a physical.

"Looks like you found a good one," I said.

She put in her cart and said, "Who knows. It could be awful."

I stalk cantaloupe at produce stands as well. Last year a man guaranteed me that the melon I paid an outrageous price for would be the greatest melon of the summer. He even said to come back if it wasn't. It was a lousy melon; it tasted like soap. I went back but he was busy selling a woman the Brooklyn Bridge.

My brother-in-law brought a fabulous watermelon to a family gathering recently.

"Great melon," the crowd exclaimed.

"You never know," he said. He bought it at a Polish market in Chicago where a fellow shopper volunteered that she knew how to tell a good melon because she was from Mississippi.

Why do we always believe Southerners know things the rest of us don't? They grow rocky ford melons in Colorado, but we'd never gush that a woman from Denver revealed the secret to finding good melons. It doesn't have the same mystique.

The woman said everybody in Mississippi thumps a watermelon to see if it sounds hollow. My brother-in-law asked the woman if that was really how she could tell a watermelon was ripe.

She said she didn't really know; she never buys them.

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